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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Archon Basileus" data-source="post: 7194438" data-attributes="member: 6855545">LYLLIE/YTTRIAN/KETHRA/HARFIK/AANZUDvalin twists under Lyllie's spell, his cries lost in the mountains. Atir's eyes follow the interrogation with fear and concern. After Yttrian's words, his countenance seems to ease up. He rises to his knees and, with pleading eyes, waves his hands at the captors. "Please, do not harm me... I assure you, I had no knowledge of it!"Dvalin's face becomes carved with tears as his body shivers beneath Lyllie's spectral touch. "Alright alright! Just leave Atir alone... He's nothing to do with it..." - He twists his body amidst the branches, trying to face Lyllie and the others. "There are eight more... They looked for us. They said they were our only chance... That either the Duke or the mages would claim the Sanctum and rid the city of us." - Dvalin tries to take his breath, pacing his words carefully."The Duke... Would sooner see us gone. Everyone knows it. And he'd sooner see the Fairwalkers gone. How could we surrender without a fight?" - Atir's face shows surprise, and fear takes hold of him once more. He looks at the heroes, but above all at Kethra and Harfik, knowing them to be particularly linked to the Duke. Such an act might be considered blatant betrayal, and the Duke might not be so merciful, considering the state of things...Amidst the servants, Aanzu's gesture turns a few heads. Prosper and Caliban watch in awe and horror as the prince chews the ripped-off tongue. Caliban makes a remark, potentially offensive, but his fear seems to suffocate the words. Surely he does not wish to have the same fate. Both of them resume their tasks, as Portis reaches out for a fountain and throws a bucket of water over the cart, beginning the mechanic and repetitive labor. Harfik notices a singular reaction from Portis as he says his farewells to the dead sand-fleas. Portis says nothing, but for a second Harfik meets an approving, suffering gaze. He almost feels as if Portis was far older than (s)he seems, and his words find a hidden truth within the servant's mind. It is just a moment, though, and Portis continues to work on the cart, trying to control the fires.ICOSA/THULWARSoon after the horse's prowess, Icosa finishes his short flight, having a full view of the scene, the vanishing horse and the strange arrival. A sense of familiarity pervades both of them, though, given the presence of the defensive machine near the metallurgist.  @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=5044" target="_blank">Charwoman Gene</a> @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=23298" target="_blank">industrygothica</a> @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=6776182" target="_blank">JustinCase</a> @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=6855102" target="_blank">Greenmtn</a> @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=8858" target="_blank">hafrogman</a> @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=4936" target="_blank">Shayuri</a> @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=24380" target="_blank">Neurotic</a>[Precisely! Did you see the amount of damage you piled on her? <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> It wasn't hand-waved, I assure you! But considering that I couldn't update every day on account of that appointment I mentioned earlier, I thought it'd be easier to let you guys roll and update any sorts of damage you might have taken. The outcome was pretty much set by that point. Also... Don't get used to it, mwahaha!]</blockquote>

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